=He was nervous over a few things. Taking the bar was one of them.
South Dakota law was not very much different than Michigan law, and federal law trumped everything. As long as he kept that in mind, Blake usually passed any bar exam. He was admitted to California, Massachusetts, Florida, and Arizona, in addition to Michigan. He had been called a week ago.
“Our Alpha needs you,” said the voice on the phone. “Your Alpha owes us.”
Blake sighed and took the information down, flew to South Dakota. He was greeted by the beta, who brought him directly to the prison. The punk that greeted him was prematurely silver-haired, a sign and symbol of his status as a could-be alpha. His eyes were grey, with just a touch of green, and his whole countenance meant that he was in charge here. Blake could read the “don’t fuck with me” aura a mile away. The beta gave him the information, but Blake played dumb.
“So tell me what happened.”
The man leaned back. “Fuckin’ towelheads took my parking spot.”
“So you killed them.”
He shrugged. “They pissed me off for the last time. They fuckin’ deserved to die. Fuckin’ whores. And a fuckin’ pimp. You know what those people do?” Then he went off on a tirade against Muslims and Islam. Blake got up while he was still going off.
“Where you goin’?”
“I don’t defend white supremacists.”
“I’m not a white supremacist. I don’t have anything against blacks and Jews.”
“If you spout off that shit in the courtroom, or even here in jail, then you’ll find yourself at the end of a hate crime, and that’s federal.”
“We got the money. Didn’t Murray tell you what happened? Who I am?”
Blake leaned on the chair, keeping the chair and the table between them. “He said you were the alpha’s nephew, that you killed three people in cold blood.”
“They took my spot!”
Blake sighed, “Do you realize how petty that is? And don’t give me the ‘I lost control’ bullshit, because if you’re that close to alpha, you know what the hell you’re doing.”
The silver-haired punk glared.
Blake returned the glare, refusing to let this kid back him down.
The punk didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. “I need your help.”
“That’s better.” Blake softened his gaze. There was a knock on the door, and it swung open. “Time’s up,” said the guard.
The silver-haired wolf stood. “You’ll take it, right?”
“We’ll see.”
As Blake gathered his things from the x-ray tray, Murray, the beta, came up to him. “Well?”
“If it were my kid, I’d leave him in there to rot a few days. Might teach him a thing or two.”
“You must understand how bad this looks for my alpha.”
Blake waved a hand. “Don’t get me involved in pack politics. Is this a hate crime?”
“Not officially.”
“If it goes that way, it’s federal, and I charge three times as much for federal.” He pocketed his items. “Do you have the police reports?”
“Everything is at the attorney’s.”
“If you already have an attorney…”
“He’s not a shifter.”
“You can’t be serious to use an uncontrolled shifter as a defense.”
“He shifted when he killed them.”
“Great,” said Blake, as Murray held the door open for him. “Just great.”